(A/N): An answer for a question. Don't be shy to ask!
"Hi, Elena, what is your favorite color?" The letter in question asks as the girl reads it over. Since her world of muteness limited her communication skills to that of her sketchbook, the young artist had colors upon colors to chose from. Elena glances at Edward still fuming over the earlier inquiry of his height, and a faint smile dawns on her quiet lips. The state alchemist jacket on the chair lies besides him as Alphonse attempts to calm their ranting short big brother. She guesses it very well could be the one color she never could wait to see, fabric flapping in the breeze, as her two brothers would return to her and the Rockbell home.
"Red."
Of course, it was more than just Edward's jacket that claimed that color. Each setting and rising of the reddening sun, marking another day without the crimson philosopher's stone and more spilling of their scarlet blood over each fight they had found themselves in.
"Another one, Ellie?" Alphonse uses this as a hopeful distraction for Edward. "Hmm. I like brown."
Mom's hair and eyes. Alphonse thinks his reasons behind the color as Edward snatches the letter from his armored glove.
"Favorite color, huh?" Edward looks over the sheet, having gotten over his rant. He takes a second to think it over, then a dark grin spreads over his face. "The blood of my enemies."
"He means red, right?" Elena asks Alphonse, but her brother's soul only lets out a groan as Edward's new rant becomes that of joyous violence.